Aftermath
Because of me, he thought and buried his nose in his fur.
First, his pillow seemed too cold, and then the ground too hard, the moon too bright.
And so now he wandered the streets at dawn, sniffing the air, pretending not to be lost.
x.x
Because of her, he thought. The hated smoking suddenly felt so good; firewhiskey tasted better than love.
He did try foreign paths, but all roads now seemed to lead towards the grave.
And then at those nights, for all the biting and kissing, fucking and fighting there was just no release.
So he writhed in vain.
x.x
And then there was a full-moon again, and after, he slept.
And then there was the first smile he meant, and the first tears he ever cried. Harry's eyes were bright green.
Because of them..., and now he breathed through.
x.x.x.x.
AN: I did not plan on adding this.
